More Poems 2011-17

A Tolerable Limbo
(4/21)

Not much to wake up for
Not much not to wake up for
I guess that’s why they call it limbo, because it’s
not so bad, not so good, just
tolerable
_________________________________Wallowing
(4/10) Wallowing in my wounds passing the days in a toolshed dis-empowering myself

Sometimes it’s better to wallow and pass time than to step into an arena with a lion waiting _____________________

Non-Enlightenment Poem
(4/11) In the Zen tradition it is traditional to write a poem upon realizing enlightenment

I can’t claim that, but after getting drunk and dancing for 2 hours a lot of energy has moved_____________________

Grand Entrance
(4/10-11 midnight)

Let me make my grand entrance, dancing into the room where the music’s playing

Hey, where is this poem going, anyway wherever it wants toas i was saying

Grand Entrance Dancing into the room with the candle burning and the incense lit the room without fear, without restriction where people are dancing wildly and loving madly and no one says, what if

What if the wine is good, the women beautiful,
the music stimulating, the night warm,
the hearts on fire
What if that were a typical night, a tantric life,
all over the world

a life without fear a conscious, embodied life filled with the omnipresent Presence filled with beauty and freedom filled with truly useful effort that really benefited someone, somewhere

What if you were in that room and you, and you and all the souls trapped in their wounds, ego, bitterness and despair What if

Let us make our grand entrance, dancing
Drink in hand, lover on arm, music playing
Heaven Eternal
Amin
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Dancing in the Wreckage (4/15) This house is falling apart Houses do that after years and years without maintenance The swimming pool is a mosquito farm Dark, brackish water filled with muck

The neighbors moved out a long time ago
no work, no money, no fun
Squirrels, birds, bugs, raccoons, feral cats
These are the neighbors now

Here and there a human being
recluses, hermits, ascetics, fuckups
Smoke of incense, tobacco and marijuana

and me
dancing to an old song
played on an old boombox
with old batteries
loud, drinking cheap wine
working on tomorrow’s headache,
and yet, somehow, in all this wreckage
physical wreckage, human wreckage
wreckage of a society that has lost its’ magic
you can feel a presence, the Presence
omnipresent, always, everywhere

you can feel it because it’s quiet here the wind blows the trees rustle the sun shines
tonight there will be moonlight

No one is trying to get anywhere there is nowhere to go we’ve all tried and failed and realized that

it’s quiet here you can feel Presenceand that’s a good reason to dance

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What is and What is not(written 4/16)

Sometimes you just have to admit, especially to yourself What is, and what is not, and move on

She loves you, she loves you not You did a great job, you fucked up You can eat, drink, stay up late, do whatever you want You have to be really careful, watch every morsel, get to bed by 10 at least if you want to survive

So much of the suffering is in the thoughts and feelings about what is happening the resistance, the struggle within against what is, and what is not

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again Thinking the same thoughts over and over again Doing nothing to learn and grow, yet expecting a different result

What is, and what is not Certainly the laws of gravity will not change, but what is and what is not may take on the deeper meaning of how you feel about and react to what is and what is not, and maybe even what is and what is not possible may change and surprise you
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ANGELS(2/13)

I always knewthere were angels in heaveni never realizedthere were so many angels on earth

you know you are lovedwhen the chips are downand they still come round

the heavenly choir is singing loudlythe hearts of the earthly angelssinging louder still

May peace and harmonypervade all the realmsmay your road be smoothleading always to lands filled with flowers,sweet waters, andloving arms to hold youpeace be with youamin_______________________________

DESPITE APPEARANCES It’s all about the light The light in your heart, in your body how much light can you allow?
Every atom of every cell is glowing brightly
a thousand suns in every micron, and
it’s all you
how much light can you allow yourselfThere is nothing but god, that includes us How much light can you allow yourself to see in the mirror

It’s all light, it’s all god under the masks and fogs of the world how much light can you allow yourself to see in everyone, not just the “good” people how much light can you allow yourself to see knowing that your whole accustomed way of relating to the world must fall by the wayside, and you have no idea what will replace it, and you’re afraid of being a babe among wolves

how much light can you allow yourself to be is that even a valid question, because you are light all is light despite appearances

DESPITE APPEARANCES It’s all about the light The light in your heart, in your body how much light can you allow?
Every atom of every cell is glowing brightly
a thousand suns in every micron, and
it’s all you
how much light can you allow yourself

There is nothing but god, that includes us How much light can you allow yourself to see in the mirror

It’s all light, it’s all god under the masks and fogs of the world how much light can you allow yourself to see in everyone, not just the “good” people how much light can you allow yourself to see knowing that your whole accustomed way of relating to the world must fall by the wayside, and you have no idea what will replace it, and you’re afraid of being a babe among wolves

how much light can you allow yourself to be is that even a valid question, because you are light all is light despite appearances

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WHAT’S THE POINT
The world looks like a shithole in the making, like it’s ending
Disasters lurk around every corner
every speck of dust from under every rug, is
floating in the air, making us cough
and yetwhen i relax, release my fears and anger for a moment Stop thinking long enough to see clearly, for a moment I see the eternal infinite winking at me, saying it’s all a game, a scary movie don’t take it so seriously that you don’t have any fun reminding me that

though i speak with the tongues of men and angels, have the deepest insights and understanding of the situation the snarkiest comments on Facebook, 100,000 likes, still if i have not love in my heart even for the fucking swine who are destroying everything i hold dear my words are as sounding brass

without love what’s the point

Window Into Eternitywritten 2/22, Big Sur Lodge at nighti was camping and wanted to go inside for a while—–

There’s a window into eternity that openssometimes when i hear certain pieces of musicsee a certain sky, smell a certain scent

a thousand years from nowA thousand years agomountain lion and grizzly bear roamed this coastnow ruled by cars and telephone lines

as the night gets deeper, and the mood comes over meall hope in the future vanishes, because there is no futureonly now as i sit here writing these words on paper7 billion lives unfoldcountless critters, bugs, plants, amoebason this and other planetsthroughout time and space

an old song is playinga song from the youth of people now aged 70countless songs of countless singers ofcountless places of countless timesall floating around in the ether, the psychic energy fieldwe hear them with an inner ear

Today is a snapshot, a frame in an eternal movieflashing by so briefly when the movie is rollinglasting for all eternity infreeze frame_______________________________________

Getting Drunk and Having Sex2/22, Big Sur

O, things were simpler then, when feeling good meant justgetting drunk and having sex, andwhen the drink wore off, drink morewhen the sex wore off, have more but
nowour desires have gotten so much more complicatedjust getting drunk and having sexa cold drink and a warm bodyare not quite enough anymore

Now our minds wonderwhat did we do with our lives?what should we have done with our lives?what should we do with our lives?even though, for the most partall that thinking is just mental masturbationstill, most of the time, it’s not enough to justget drunk and have sex

even thoughour lives will probably not change overnightthe world will probably not change overnightand maybe we’d be better off, if we could justget drunk and have sex

it’s not that we don’t want toit’s just not quite enough anymore__________________________

IN THE REALMOF HUNGRY GHOSTS

In the realm of hungry ghosts bellies the size of beach balls throats the size of a small straw never able to get enough always wanting more

always in their heads their only sensations in their bodies food and sex otherwise, only pain reminds them that they have arms, legs, fingers, toes and lots of skin

Success is not success if it takes you away from your birthright as a living being to be fully alive in your body

A sociopathic, ecocidal society where the only value put on the land is to develop it with constantly rising prices, where even those who are not hungry ghosts have to struggle just to survive in the realm of hungry ghosts —————–

here’s an older poem on the same themes

NAKED PAGAN

A naked pagan dancing with the sky i am alien in your world

Your houses, factories, TV sets It is difficult for me to understand how can you live this way? but you do

You tell me of vaccines, hospitals guaranteed food supply heat in the winter

Yes, these are good things when enjoyed properly but why give up

the joy of feeling the sun on your heart the waves on your flesh trances the companionship of spirit

Why do you seem to lack joy, contentment, fulfillment serenity, and integrity

You sell yourself to the highest bidder and live in fear of not selling yourself why can you not find a way to have it all?

If this technology is so wonderful why are so many unhappy sick at heart filled with all manner of diseased emotions and homeless in the streets

I don’t understand

The gifts i offer you think worthless

I offer the sand, the sea compassion, and deep feelings

What you want from me is to be a robot For that i may earn enough to buy food and pay rent since you have set a price on every inch of the earth by what right do you control this land?

I don’t understand but, after all I am onlyA naked pagan

On Reading Tao Ch’ien

Tonight’s the night, the only night there is, tonight

Tonight is coming as i sit here on the porch at 4pm, sky grey, a winter’s day still some blue on the lowest edge of the sky above the mountain

Tonight is a good night for drinking wine and eating bean soup and reading a book of 1600 year old poems by Tao Ch’ien Poems which read as alive as if written yesterday Such is the human experience

Tonight, i am hungry. This poem is finished

1827

If a tree falls in the forest and
there’s no one there
If a day passes and
nothing happens
If you’re born and die and
it’s no big deal to anyone but you

Sitting at your kitchen table eating your cornflakes and milk when you’re 10 years old

Sitting at your kitchen table Eating your toast and tea when you’re 70 years old

Are you content with your life or on your deathbed will your last thought be coulda, woulda, shoulda

And all your dreams Are in the ethers now With all the other dreams

The dreams of a black man born into slavery in Mississipi in 1760 Dying in a cabin at the back of the plantation in 1827 Who never got more than 10 miles from where he was born and was luckier to do that than to be sold down the river

The dreams of a white man born in Chicago 1930 Who got married at 23, had 3 children, and Died of cancer at 43 Leaving his wife with mixed feelings Because she was so stifled in her dreams of being an actress

All the dreams in the ethers Angels hold them and cherish them Nourish them and water them Then plant them anew Slightly modified to suit the times Instead of a jazz clarinetist A hip hop DJ

All the flowers Born in the spring Shriveled and died when the rains stopped Seen only by the bees and By god, who sees all, and Loves all

Amin

ENOUGH Every time i look out at the mountains, I know that beyond the mountains lies a vast expanse and beyond the vast expanse people, towns, cars, houses, and beyond that are mountains, and oceans, and people, and cities, and
stars like grains of sand on a beach, and
inside every cell of my body
atoms with vast expanses of open space and
light pulsing in waves and
when i dance, and the music makes me move, and i
feel the waves of light from the atoms moving my body and
maybe that’s as close to god as most of us ever get and
maybe that’s enough

So when it’s time to move on and explore other worlds than this one put the music on and let me dance into the next world even if i’m lying in a bed, apparently unable to move the waves of light inside me, inside all of us, will dance and dance and dance

GOING TO BED going to bed, and oh How many people are lying in their beds right now Contemplating their dreams, and oh How many people have lain down to go to bed
Now i lay me down to sleep

Earlier today Following a dog down a narrow forest trail I read somewhere that we should stop and take time to smell the flowers This dog wants to smell every bush And pee on it Who is walking who

And how many generations ago was this dog a wolf And how many generations of human beings have walked with a dog by their side And how many nights have we lain down to sleep And awakened in the morning Almost remembering other worlds

And i heard someone say There is no time And all the apparently solid matter Just whirling patterns of energy Mostly empty space Almost unreal

And tonight I miss you so much and I don’t even know if we will ever meet again In this Lifetime I am going to bed now And oh Am i going to sleep Or waking up

A CANDLE BURNS

A candle burns
is it an oasis of light
in a world of darkness
or is the inner light blindingly clear
if only we could see it

WALKING THE CORRIDORS OF MELANCHOLY Walking the corridors of melancholy Feelings have a life of their own
Springing from sources deep in the subconscious
Sources we can only guess at from
the effects that bubble up to the surface
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Moods, a sense of loss
quiet grief for all the suffering
throughout the world, throughout history, throughout time

sitting here i could be you, and you could be me the feeling would be the same the secret sharing as the sun goes down, or rather as the the earth turns away for the time of night a night which will be lit by a full moon the creatures of the night coming out to play the creatures of the day taking their turn to rest

and so, the world continues world without end, amin for even when the sun goes supernova and the universe is naught but entropy and everything falls back into the primal cosmic egg a new universe will be reborn and in twenty trillion years another sentient being will write words very much like this and so it continues aho

JIM MORRISON

All the scattered dreams of yesterday
Are gone
Life is a marathon, not a sprint
A journey into the Great Unknown Mystery of the Future
which will soon be the past
which may again be the future

Shall Dionysus rule, drunken and stoned cavorting with nymphs for mutual pleasure or shall Apollo rule ordered, cold, martial yet efficient, effective and proud secure in his achievements while looking down on the drunks in the gutter who live in the eternal now

Death comes to us all When? Tibetans say “which comes first, the next breath or the next life”

Dionysus incarnate as Jim Morrison The Lizard King Pisses on our dreams As he gets fucked up and Dies young and Leaves a legacy rarely surpassed

There is a time to reap and a time to sow and a time to celebrate and a time to work

and a time to say “Fuck it, i ain’t playing this game no more”

BEAM OF LIGHT (1st Eugene poem)

I tried to pick up the spot on the floor I didn’t realize that it was a beam of light
The sun
Shining through the window
On to my kitchen floorOne Day (july 5)

One day follows the next

and the next

I look down at my shadow on the ground

One day it will not be there

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Free Bird (july 6)

Free Bird, have your wings been clipped by

ingesting the fears and limiting beliefs

of frightened and limited people

This can’t happen, that can’t happen, that can’t happen unless _____

No belief in or understanding of higher truths

No belief in miracles

despite the miracles all around us, as us

Free Bird, your wings are not clipped, they only seem to be

Free Bird, spread your wings, and

fly

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How would i live (july 12)

if i wasn’t thinking of the future, afraid of the future

how would i live?

I i wasn’t reacting to the past

how would i live?

if my mind wasn’t busy, busy, busy

how would i live?

if i was aware of the infinite eternal

in me, as me

how would i live?

if i wasn’t afraid of surrendering to the experience of the infinite eternal

Reading Dharma Bums
Reading Dharma BumsWalking down Berkeley streets wearing brown pants and a navy blue t-shirtclothes which i imagine the beats to have wornpreparing to go camping to Big Sur and Mt. Shastathen a trip up the coast to Seattleliving that other American DreamThe dream of freedom
oh jack, you came to such a sad end, butyou inspired millions and millionsamong them this humble writeryou are one of my spiritual ancestorsthank you——-What Can Compare
What can compare with the feeling ofwalking around drunk, but not too drunkon a nice sunny daywalking into shops finding open bathroomstalking with shopkeepersfeeling free butwishing you had something to lose

Internal WeatherInternal Weather
Mental, Emotional, Physical, Spiritual
The forecast early today is for:obsessive, fearful thoughts often focussing on politics and the Environment often as a result of reading the news on the Internet but sometimes more personalresulting inraging emotional storms
often invisible to othersresulting inupset stomach, back trouble headaches, general weaknessand other problems

Later today, expect periods of calmresulting from practices such asmeditation, qigong, yoga, forgiveness, affirmationsresulting in remission of symptomsuntil the next storm breaks out

all the while, the Spirit, the Higher Selfwaits for the clouds to part long enoughfor the sufferer to realize thatthe sun is always shiningthe earth just turns away sometimes

we make our own weather——-

My Heart is a locked box

My heart is a locked boxa box to which only you hold the keyif only i knew who you were

I have never met you, and soI wait aimlesslyonly half believing that you will ever come
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Condensed Light

The higher frequencies are hard to handlethe clarity, the energy, the feelings of alivenessYou would think that i would spend as much time as possible in them, but they feel uncomfortable to thisdeadened, slogged down, fear filled, shame filled, guilt filled
walking corpse, which needs to squash down any feelings of clarity
which might cause it to feel some very deep,
unpleasant layers of feeling

am i being overdramatic?or just telling the truth
the real reason that
so many people seem to deaden themselves
by every means possible
anything to not feel
the unbearably painful feelings buried deep within

but like a moth drawn to a flame no matter how much we numb ourselves we are always drawn by the light to rise againto fly, to soar, to go deeper and deeperinto the kingdom of light which is inevitably pulling all of us
by the force of its’ magnetism, and the fact that
we all are, in the final analysis,
nothing but
condensed light

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This Too Shall Pass

Ultimately everything becomes a memory
a photoa line in a journala frozen moment in timea dimly remembered feeling

The river of time just keeps flowing on and ontoday’s dreamstomorrow’s achievementsthe day after tomorrow’s recollectionsmaybe even a mention in a history book

so here we are i amit’s so important what happens to me usit really iskept in the perspective of

this too shall pass

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Awakening

Awakening from a long dark dream, a dreamthat has lasted lifetimes, a dreamthat started when i got so hurt thati turned bitter, cynicala dream where everything i sawby “saw” i mean all the conceptions and
interpretations I held in my mind of what i “saw” in the “world” in “people” wasfiltered through a dark cloud of smokeof disappointmentespecially disappointment in myself, and, by extensionbecause people are people and i am a persondisappointment in othersa focus on the negative, the selfish, the cruelwho needs newspapers or the evening news to present their distorted, slanted litany of war, murder and greedwhen i was carrying my own filterwhich even the Buddha would have trouble being seen throughif he were here in person, rather than some distant ideal

Awakening to find thatthere is suffering, andthere is joy, andi have a choice, andit takes work, andanyone can do iteven me

Monday, March 5, 2012

Lying around on the couch on the bed watching videos reading books thinking writing in my journal eating shitting eating more shitting more drinking tea peeing a lot walking the dog twice a day

Something is happening inside not sure what Been a few days now still food in the refrigerator, although the ice cream and beer are gone Feeling lonely for a woman unlikely to meet any in the living room unless i go online, and that hasn’t worked out so well up to now so limbo halfway between what was and what will be walking the dog seems to be what the universe wants me to be doing right now

————————————- And, what? 7/24/11

And what, after all, is it all for? Travelling, staying home working, resting loving, hating tiring, fulfilling

The whirlwind of experience For some the dronage of boring routine How many years do we get? 60,70,80,90? if we’re lucky and what, after all, is it all for?

Some teachings call it illusion It all feels pretty real to ME the big, capital ME getting a little tired of that, too

I want to rest my head on a soft pillow sleep for a long time, when i wake up I want to be cleansed purified of my mistakes misguided patterns of thought destructive negative emotions harmful actions and maybe then i’ll be happy

I think of anattapindika, the hindu murderer who killed 999 people cut off their fingers, wore them on a garland around his neck and then, one day, miraculously had a change of heart, and became a true saint filled with love and compassion for all beings

I’m not that bad, in this life if he could do it i can do it you can do it too

Amin

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Noisy 8/14

Out in nature, beautiful day it’s really noisy out here, because my mind won’t fucking shut up

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Two Buck Chuck (the poem)

That fancy french wine you used to drink tonight it’s two buck chuck Those pricey organic strawberries from Whole Foods tonight Safeway got your business not much of it mostly cigarettes and chips

You used to ride in your beamer now you ride the bus not with your ex-girlfriend who’s moved on to one of your ex-friends who still has his money for now

It was all great while it lasted high times, really high, most of the time crash, oops

There are a few compensations That girl last week, who fucked you just to get close to the scent of money and success She was impressed by what you had had even if you didn’t have it anymore

you have a lot of company maybe you could get together a band “the ex-big men”

So, there you sit on the couch drinking cheap wine watching a video eating shitty food your saving grace, a lack of bitterness a lack of blame you have taken responsibility for your own fuckups you can still laugh especially at yourself

———————————— Enlightenment can kiss my ass

if enlightenment means no more beer, no more ballgames no more girlfriends, no more fun Enlightenment can kiss my ass

If enlightenment means acting so fucking holy all the time spouting pious bullshit wearing the same fucking boring clothes every day Enlightenment can kiss my ass

and if enlightenment means that i have to deny my animal self, my human self, my worldly self well, what’s the fucking point of being here, anyway?

Now, if enlightenment means a little more self control more sense of peace better relationships, maybe even better sex, well you’re starting to get my attention

and if enlightenment means that i see the highest good in everyone see the light in every being and thing that i know myself as eternal spirit that i see the perfection in everything even suffering and death, well sign me up

Who the fuck knows what enlightenment is? Most of the people talking about it don’t know shit except what they read in some books or heard from somebody else who didn’t know shit who had no real experience of what they were talking about Probably the people who really are enlightened are just enjoying it and don’t feel the need to bug or preach to everybody else

There are so many ways to run away from our problems as far as i can tell most of the people sitting on their zafus or stretching on their yoga mats are just running away from their problems that’s a whole lot better than running away to drugs, alcohol, sex, tv, but we’re here for a reason

at a certain point, we have to stop running re-engage with the world take whatever we’ve learned on our mats and just get on with it

Amin

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Impermanence

The house is being remodelled there are no walls, no doors, barely a floor Front yard, back yard, piles of rubble and dust slowly polluting the earth

Cardboard boxes, paper shopping bags of stuff sitting on the patio for six months in sun and rain plates, knives, forks, cups, spoons, pots, pans and all the rest of the kitchen amazingly,not totally ruined they may sit out there another six months

Workmen come, workmen go The work stops and starts when the owner gets a little more cash to do another piece of the work it may never get finished, if he loses his job

One piece of calm in this storm the little hut in the backyard formerly storage/guest room, now all that’s left of this formerly presentable property

Mid life crisis made visible all the facades of a man’s life gone unable to hide anymore what’s really inside what sick emotions, old wounds, old anger maybe it’s good to see the truth not be able to bullshit yourself and the rest of the world anymore

or maybe there’s no deep, great significance just another construction project with unexpected complications just another snapshot of America lots of external activity and dust and pollution not so much inner work tax laws and bank loans that encourage all this chasing of the tail, but it’s not even fun even a dog, chasing it’s own tail, knows it’s a game maybe this is all a game maybe my third eye just isn’t open enough to see it what bullshit

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Bar

I was in a bar last night having coffee with a friend we couldn’t find a coffee shop

it was a nice bar friendly bartendresses I liked the decorations

not having been in a bar for a while because i haven’t been drinking much I was amazed at all the tempting pretty, multi-colored differently shaped, endless array of bottles all of which disguised the one key ingredient al-cohol with which i have no gripe

still, it was amazing to me, to see, this whole establishment, all based on people’s desire to loosen up and connect with others with the help of a little lubrication a little lubrication that, while it numbs the body can put one in touch with one’s feelings which often don’t get felt much

so, my friend and i had a good time

the end

Getting Drunk In The MorningGetting drunk in the morning just makes so much sense you fall asleep in the early afternoon wake up in the late afternoon take a bath and still have the evening ahead of you ————————————-So Fucking Spiritual

I am so fucking spiritual I meditate, in lotus read holy books do yoga I’m a vegetarian look down on all the common people whose lives are filled with fear and resentment who are doing the best they can working like dogs while i look down on them I am so fucking spiritual

Friday, February 24, 2012

Treading Water
February 24thMy birthday a few days awayhere i am one more timeactually never stopped my whole lifewrestling with my demons
dark, crusty handsreaching up from the waters of my unconsciousgrabbing me by the anklesdragging me downunder
I fight and fight and fightFought my whole lifemade a lot of progressthe dark crusty hands are weaker nownow i only go under a little bit and for a little whilethen i quickly make it back to the surface, andtread water which is better than when i used to go under and
stay under
but when will i fly?I know i have wings, i can feel themsometimes other people even tell me they can see themOnce or twice i’ve even taken off briefly, felt greatthen I’m back treading water
Over the years i’ve learned a lot about how to free myselfthings i can teach othersif i ever get free myself
I have hopebut when, O Spiritwill the darkcrusty gripall my unconscious fears and self-judgementsreleaseand like a great eagleI will enter into the kingdomthe kingdom of lightlove, peace, joy and fulfillment
amin

Changeling (written 2/22, Cotati, Ca.)
How hard it is to believe that change is possibleespecially how hard to believe that change is possible NOWboth for me and around me
all i can see is what is in front of my eyes nowthe life i am livingthe world and society i am living inand yetone of the primary teachings of the buddha isCHANGEImpermanence
why is it harder for me to believe that all this suffering
will passeasier to believe that things are bad and getting worseand will continue to get worseand worse
The pendulum, the yin/yang symbol, and other
mystic teachingsall sayit’s all gonna change
is it easier for me to have nothing to loseso that i can avoid the pain of losing what is dear to meso i can scoff and rant at those holding onto their precious transitory illusions of security?and what does that say about me
Impermanence, holding onis sufferingI am sufferingholding on to the protection ofhaving nothing to losebecauseeverybody always loses everythingthe teachings sayin order to gain everything
Change is here

i went to the library to get a book of Hafiz’ poetry. Right next to Hafiz was a book entitledSin, selected poems of Forugh Farrakhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. After reading some of each book, here is a poem that came out of me ——————— Hafiz and Forugh Farrakhzad Destiny is a far off thing but just as close to me my love as your lips O my beloved why have you been so cruel to me? i have wandered over mountains, rivers, lakes, oceans, deserts braved heat and cold, and still you withhold yourself from this poor lover’s sight, and yet I know that you are ever present, with me always were i only able to know you

How many years of my life? How many days, hours, How much of my strength, attention, desire, energy have i given to looking for you? How many generations of cells of my body have been born, lived, died while i wandered to and fro searching for you a fool for love

O, my beloved come to me, i need you, i want you My body aches for you my mouth is parched My desire rises, thinking of you Come to me please i beg you make yourself known to this poor fool for love

Destiny, what is destiny but the calling of the blood the calling of the inner essence to be, to know, to remember our long lost, constantly sought eternal orgasm of the soul union with, as the beloved

Amin

me and I i am me and i am I

so long as i think
i am me
i suffer
when i realize
I am I
I triumph

even when i think i am me don’t realize, have no clue even, that I am I I am still ever and eternally I of thee iI sing